The Artist in Me returns.
And yesterday my artist's hat sat firmly on my head and I painted my first picture since breaking my wrist. It was a commission long overdue - a first prize in a raffle to raise money for refuge dogs. The winner of the prize was amazingly patient and understanding - especially as she wanted the painting for her daughter for Christmas. And of all the difficult things she chose for me to do, it was a portrait of her daughter's beloved black cat. I had one brief go at it and made a mess, but when I went back to it - well, I think I just about succeeded.